Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

Yamcha stretched and yawned, blearily staring at the raging thunderstorm outside the bedroom window. Loud thunder rumbled constantly while jagged lightning cracked the atmosphere. The bandit smiled at his sleeping lover as wild light and shadow danced across his features.

Yamcha stifled another yawn. Kami, I think he could sleep through a hurricane.

A muscular arm flopped possessively over the saiyan as Yamcha snuggled once more. He buried his nose in Goku's thick mop of hair, reveling in the soft texture.

At least we have another day before Chi Chi gets back. The storm is kind of relaxing, in a way.

The pattering of raindrops against plate glass eventually soothed him to sleep.

****

Vegeta stared at the storm from his bedroom at Capsule Corporation. Bright flashes illuminated his stern features as he lay beneath warm blankets.

Kuso, I'm going insane. This storm reflects my mood.

He sat against the bed stand, looking down at a tent sized bulge under the blankets. A furry tail twitched in agitation.

Kakarot...I can't stand this torture.

The ouji closed his eyes and pulled himself slowly. He grimaced, the hypersensitive flesh throbbing with need.

Shimatta, this hurts like hell. I refuse to lie here any longer.

Abruptly leaving the bed, he pulled on a spandex body suit and opened the window, feeling wet spray pummel his body. He didn't even bother with shoes.

A faint smile curved his lips. I always get what I want.

Soundlessly Vegeta leapt from the window into raging skies.

****

Goku jolted awake at a sudden thunderclap. Dark eyes blinked at the electrical display outside. He rubbed his eyelids.

Hm. What a dream...this storm won't let up, either.

He glanced behind his back at heavy warmth. Yamcha had curled against him snugly, molding their bodies together. Goku pecked his bandit on the forehead.

At least you can sleep, which is more than I can say.

Goku angled to a sitting position carefully. They'd made love earlier, and he was briefly sated. But now his body raged again, his mind haunted by sights and scents from the previous night…

"I'll do anything to make things up with you."

I should have jumped his back.

"Shimatta! We're butt naked!"

"Hai, and many times before..."

Don't I know it! Kami...those nights we spent together…

And that perfect, plump ass. Taunting, teasing.…

He smelled so good!

"What would you like to do?"

"Bang you stupid in the bushes."

"Hn."

Damn you, ouji. Your scent drives me wild!

Another blinding flash from lightning startled Goku from his introspection. He was swollen, his body strained from the fantasy of seizing that perfect flesh. Obsidian eyes slitted as he stroked himself slowly, staring into the storm outside. A small growl keened low in his throat.

Blood pounded in his ears even as his tail pounded the bed. A snarl ripped from him as fangs exposed. Goku glanced down at the sleeping Yamcha, his features relaxed and peaceful in sleep.

You need rest, but I need something else.

A crack of thunder made him pause as he moved to bite. Suddenly he sensed a familiar ki, his head yanking abruptly at a motion in the window.

Vegeta stood outlined against the storm, his face in shadow. A velvety black tail waved at Goku in invitation, curling at the tip.

/Come!/

****

Goku licked his lips at the living apparition in his window. The distant flash of lightning illuminated the regal features. Eyes dark as the midnight sky glowed with animal lust. Vegeta smiled slowly, his tongue doing a lazy curl over his upper lip.

"Vegeta" he growled with a smirk, his tail fluffing thickly. Soundlessly he bounded to his feet like a cat, pulling on some sleep pants. Vegeta disappeared from the window. Goku opened it and flew out without once looking back.

****

Yamcha turned over, frowning at a wet spray that slapped his face.

What the? I know Goku better not be trying to…

KRAKOOOMMM!!!

The z warrior jolted upright at the booming thunder. He rubbed his head and stared at the open window.

"What? Goku??" he looked about in confusion at the empty space his lover once occupied.

Yamcha looked over at the digital clock. Two fifteen. Where the hell would he go in a storm like this? I don't sense his ki anywhere in the house.

Stumbling to his feet, Yamcha closed the window. "This is crazy...what'd he do, just fly out?"

The frustrated lover climbed back into bed and slipped under the covers. Wet spray had moistened the room, giving it a musty feel. Yamcha held a sheet against his nose, inhaling that familiar saiyan scent of heavy musk and cinnamon.

He frowned. Man, it's really strong again. Whenever Goku gets horny it's potent like this.

Dark eyes narrowed in suspicion as he stared into space. No, I won't think that. He's probably somewhere cooling off.

****

Two saiyans blazed through the raging storm, their foreplay a challenge to the elements themselves. They taunted each other with dizzy spirals and lazy loops, nearly colliding several times and pulling up at the last instant.

Playful laughter burst from them both, barely heard above the storm. Goku spun in a spiral, his black flame of hair wild in wind and rain.

"I knew you would call, Vegeta!!" he was jubilant.

The ouji laughed again, his hair equally razed. "And I knew you would come!!" he zipped around his fellow saiyan in tight circles.

Drenching rain held passion at bay, but only to a point. Both saiyans soon felt the craving. Like two comets they collided, solid flesh impacting.

"Vegeta..." Goku held his ouji tightly.

The prince panted against driving rain. "Hai...this storm is nothing...compared to the one that rages in me, Kakarot."

Goku stared into eyes like liquid ink. Soft lips parted as they kissed passionately.

/I've thought of nothing else./

/You make me crazy.../

The two figures hung suspended in the storm for several minutes, touching and exploring. Tails roamed and stroked rain slickened bodies tenderly. Finally, Vegeta pulled out of the kiss.

"Come, koi" the deep voice was husky. He took Goku's hand and tugged him earthward.

The taller saiyan panted, his body tight with desire. "Yes, anywhere."

****

Yamcha couldn't sleep. He turned on the radio and listened idly to a talk show.

My gut is warning me about something. This doesn't feel right. Why the hell has Goku disappeared like this, in the middle of a really bad storm? It makes no sense.

The handsome warrior frowned in concern. Our relationship is good, but I still have no idea how strong it is. And this saiyan stuff worries me...Goku's not what I thought he was.

Yamcha stared out the window at the continuing storm. I know you're a good guy, Goku...but you're...a beast, an animal. There's no other way to say it. And here I am with you, so what does that say about me?

"Where the hell are you?!"

****

Goku and Vegeta alighted down in a deep grove shielded by trees and shrubbery.

Goku purred in the ouji's ear. "Is it safe here, Vegeta? With the storm, these tall trees—"

Vegeta arched against him. "There's a small cave behind this grove."

Goku squinted against the rain. "Caves are too hard—"

Vegeta pulled his tail. "A bed of moss grows inside. It's thick as a carpet—"

"Enough talk. I can't wait any longer" Goku dragged his ouji across the grove to the entrance.

Vegeta purred in satisfaction at the warm press of their bodies. A perfect night for loving.

****

They needed no words once inside. Strong hands pulled away wet fabric, freeing them of all constraint. Hot, slickened skin rubbed in tight friction as they frantically kissed against a cave wall. Erections bumped and strained as velvet tails wrapped around tight torsos.

Goku rasped in Vegeta's ear. "Ghods, how I ached for you, 'Geta..."

Sharp teeth nipped the corded throat. "Hai, my bones burned, too..."

Goku ran his hands down rippling muscle, gripping the plump ass. "I'll have this" he growled.

Vegeta grabbed Goku's erection. "Mine" he hissed. They fell down into the soft moss, groaning…

****

Yamcha finally got out of bed and went into the kitchen. Maybe some tea will help relax this knot in my gut.

The z warrior paced a bit, his mind distracted. Something is up. I want to trust this, trust Goku...but something about his nature worries me and I can't put a finger on it.

He reached for a mug. I wonder how Chi Chi did it all that time, living with him. Maybe that's why they were never close. Goku assimilated because he had to…

Yamcha filled the tea kettle. His alien ways are too strange...and I have no idea what to expect next.

He plopped down at the table, sulking.

Shimatta. I feel like a character out of a stupid soap opera…

****

Vegeta slammed Goku on his back and grabbed the thick thighs, throwing them over his shoulders. A hot mouth suckled, tasted, and lapped at bronzed skin, pausing to work over the swollen teats. Goku moaned and writhed as the slithering tongue traced wet trails over his abs and belly. A thick tail puffed and slinked along the cleft of his ass, taunting with ticklish sensation.

"Va..Veg..eta..." strong hands grabbed the wild head, gripping the soft texture of hair in a vise. The maddening mouth worked lower, capturing his balls and chewing them gently. Goku bucked in pain and pleasure, his back arched in silent bliss. Fierce bites mingled with soft kisses across his collarbone, firing the blood, making him heave with savage need. He clutched his ouji tightly, wrapping arms and legs around the strong body. Tails ruffled and coiled with abandon.

Vegeta growled now, his nails digging sharply into pliant flesh. He reared back suddenly, rubbing his erection in a sensual dance against his lover's thigh.

Goku stared with lidded eyes, lust boiling his blood as Vegeta's precum moistened his leg. His tail thumped as the ouji lifted that same leg high and suckled the inside of his calf, lapping more wetness in a trail down to his groin.

"Stop teasing me!!" Goku roared in frustration, his cock bobbing wildly against heated skin. Vegeta turned, licking his lips hungrily.

And transformed.

Goku rasped breathlessly as the dark flame of hair grew even longer and more shaggy. But the eyes were what held the enraptured saiyan in silence. Fierce, wild…

and completely, utterly red.

"Ve...geta?" Goku managed through his haze.

Ruddy lips pulled away from fangs in a smile. "Yessss."

A growl. "You look...hot...what?"

"Later" the ouji snarled, wetting his fingers slowly. Goku moaned as the digits penetrated, stroking him to new heights of madness. Vegeta showed no mercy, massaging and stretching his heat until he nearly cried for release.

"Beg me" a guttural growl rumbled as Vegeta positioned himself.

Goku arched up, grabbing the tight hips closer. "H...hai, my ouji...I want it...please...aughh..." his tail wrapped wildly around the bronzed neck, pulling him forward. Sculpted thighs spread wide in a wanton display.

Vegeta plunged inside, wasting no time with subtlety. He hammered into the tight heat, grimacing in delight at the sweltering sensations of flesh against flesh. Goku watched him soundlessly as he was pounded, his body a sweet ache of burning need.

Seconds later a keening wail assaulted his ears as Vegeta jolted and burst inside him, his head tossed back in primal fury. The motion sent Goku over the edge as he spasmed and exploded, spraying his lover in a creamy baptism of fire. Vegeta gasped and fell forward, landing heavily against his chest.

A few minutes went by as the two saiyans clutched and shivered in silence, regaining their senses. Goku eventually found his voice.

"Vegeta. Look at me."

The regal head lifted. Red eyes gazed down with blazing intensity.

Goku stared at his appearance. "I want to know...what the hell happened here?"

A smirk. "We made love, baka" he slowly licked a streak of cum from his forearm.

Goku snorted. "Funny. Why have you changed? There's no moon tonight!"

Vegeta smiled a moment. "How very interesting" his tail lashed slowly.

"What's so interesting?!"

A nip on his throat. "I'll answer all your questions later..."

Goku growled, annoyed at his secrecy. "Fine!" he lifted the prince from his stomach, forcing his withdrawal. Vegeta yipped in surprise.

"Kakarot?!"

"Quiet. My turn!!" he flipped the ouji on his belly and pinned his shoulders down.

Vegeta looked over his shoulder seductively. "Want more?" a thick tail stroked along Goku's face, leaving a trail of scent. Goku nipped along the furry length, eliciting a loud moan from Vegeta.

"Hai, I'll have all I want" Goku reared back, kissing and massaging the plump ass. Vegeta squirmed, his tail looping and fluffing. The tall saiyan took his time fondling and biting the round globes, licking them thoroughly before running his tongue along the cleft. Vegeta wiggled and strained, his hands gripping the moss bed as tight hips rolled in frenzy.

"Kami...Ka..karot...please...hurry!"

That same tongue circled the base of his tail, over the tiny scent buds nestled there. Vegeta yelped and jerked, his erection swaying heavily beneath his belly.

Goku purred, stroking himself to ease the pressure. "Hn, like that? You'll get more" he licked the length of fur slowly, tortuously. Vegeta shivered, grinding his hips in rapid circles. The wild head flew back as his body arched, sweat rivering over bronzed skin.

"Pah...please...whatever you want...K...ka...karot!!"

"Anything?"

"Yes!"

"Get on your knees" Goku growled, sucking the tail tip. Vegeta howled, his ass yanking high from the touch.

"Up, I said!"

Sculpted thighs raised and parted. Goku panted, straining to hold himself for a few seconds more. He thumbed the puckered opening before sliding inside slowly. Vegeta moaned, swaying his hips, his tail doing a sinuous dance over his back.

Goku thrust quickly, his control gone. Vegeta slammed back with equal force as he was battered from behind. Heat burst from their skin as the tempo increased, growls mingling as they rammed glistening flesh in fury.

Perfect bodies strained in bold relief. Vegeta was rocked and lifted as he was pistoned, his head snapping back with each thrust. He let out a silent cry of pain and ecstasy, a scream rattling low in his throat.

Goku snarled savagely, eyes slitted as he soared to explosion. Hands snatched Vegeta by the hair as he pushed the last stroke home.

"Oh ghod...oh ghod...OH GHOD!!" the ouji shrieked as his body bowed and bent, thrashing out of control as he fired thickly over the ground. Goku yanked one final time over him, arching high before a tide of pleasure ripped his senses, flooding his lover with slick warmth.

"VEGETAAAAA!!!!"

Blindness and insanity, it all melded into a kaleidoscope of hazy red pleasure as they clutched and quivered before collapsing. The two saiyans lay sprawled in the dark cave, their storm finally spent even as the one outside raged on.

*****

Vegeta remembered smiling face down in a pile of moss as thunder cracked outside. Blearily he turned his head to the cave opening. The rain and wind continued unabated. Lightning flashes lit the cave walls in bold contrast.

"Hn" red eyes blinked drowsily. Goku grunted at the sound of his voice.

"Geta" he panted, licking a curved ear. His tail stroked along his lover.

Vegeta purred softly, his own tail looping around Goku's back in response. "Get off, baka. You're squishing me."

A wet tongue licked the nape of his neck. "I just wanted to keep you warm, Vegeta."

"I'm warm enough. Now off" a muscled arm wedged the tall saiyan back. Goku yawned, edging his back against a crook in the cave wall. He pulled his ouji into his arms. Fingers brushed the angled jaw of his prince before he tilted the fine face up.

"You still haven't told me about this change."

Vegeta smirked. "You don't like it?"

Goku looked him over again. "On the contrary...you look real sexy. Wild. But that isn't the point. What happened?"

Vegeta snuggled. "This is the true form we descended from, Kakarot. The genetic coding is so strong in our kind we can revert."

Goku was fascinated. "Revert to what?"

"Oozaru."

"What?! I thought the giant were-ape form—"

"Our race developed that aspect of oozaru later, over thousands of years."

"What about power levels?"

A furry tail stroked across them. "As you know, in our giant form strength increases tenfold. In the smaller version the factor is half that."

"But how is this possible without the moon? It's a stormy night!"

"This form has some advantages, like agility and speed. The giant were-ape is cumbersome and requires space. Also, this version of oozaru doesn't require a full moon. But the contradiction is that you can only do this change at night. This 'smaller' transformation is impossible during the day, whereas the giant form can be stimulated at any time by artificial moonlight."

"I knew nothing of this before, and I've never transformed that way!"

Vegeta purred smugly. "Are you certain? Have you never felt a strange surge of power, as if your instincts were raw and pure?"

Goku lay back, searching his memory. Growing up in the woods...he led a simple, wild life. Running through the forests at night, feeling free…

He frowned. "I'm not sure, but I don't think so."

Vegeta stared at the storm. "You lived in a remote area, Kakarot. No one would see you."

"Maybe, but this is all strange to me. And after the destruction of the palace, grandfather made certain I didn't go out at night. The habit stayed with me through adulthood."

"Hn" Vegeta smiled oddly. "Earthlings. They cut your tail, hid you at night...it changed nothing."

They were silent awhile, enjoying the lazy comfort of mutual body heat and the lulling patter of rain. Goku closed his eyes and inhaled. Something was different. The air was electric in his nostrils, the scents of water and wind captured his attention like never before. Everything was overloading his senses. The aroma of Vegeta's hot spice and musky sex, mingled with his own...the cool damp earth and 'green' odor of moss and growing forest…

A soft growl. "What the hell..."

Vegeta turned a little and stroked his face. "Hai, feels different?"

"Vegeta! Something is...off. With me."

The ouji stretched lazily against him. "Not at all. You're a perfectly normal oozaru."

****

Goku sat up abruptly, nearly toppling his prince. Vegeta snarled at him, tail puffed in annoyance.

"You're ruining the mood—"

Goku touched himself all over. "I seem the same."

Vegeta grunted impatiently. "Well if you must know, go look in a water puddle outside."

"I'll be back" with catlike grace, he bounded to his feet and strutted into the storm, seduction and power in his stride. Vegeta licked his lips at the vision of male beauty, his sculpted body and ass rippling with rivulets of rain as that tail swished…

Kuso, I want to hold him all night!

Goku glanced about in the blinding rain, enthralled at the feel of wet spray against his skin. He'd almost forgotten how much he enjoyed running through the forests nude. Nearby he spied several large pools of water collected in small pits of soil and stone.

"Now I'll have an answer to this mystery..." he stalked over and stared at his reflection.

"Kami!!" the saiyan was stunned. Like Vegeta's, his eyes were solid red. He gawked at his hair. It had grown and completely shagged out, although it retained the same lopsided pattern. Lightning flared over his head once more, providing an eerie flash of recognition.

Goku threw his head back and laughed. He barely sensed a presence behind him approaching. A furry line of warmth coiled his legs.

"What's so funny, baka?"

Goku glanced down into equally crimson orbs. "Just wondering what Chi Chi would say about now. I remember how she reacted when she first saw my tail."

Vegeta grinned, staring up at more lightning. "Hn, I can picture it. No doubt she'd dive from the window of a tall building!"

The tall saiyan embraced his prince. "You look great, Vegeta...but then you always do."

"Flatterer."

Goku buried his face in the huge flame of raven hair. "And you smell fantastic..."

That sinuous tail freed his legs and slipped up the tall saiyan's back. Sculpted hands roamed planes of perfect muscle. The lovers kissed heatedly against rain that couldn't cool their fire.

"Come, koi" Vegeta pulled his companion into the cave. "Your prince has more ideas for this night."

****

Yamcha was furious. He stared at the kitchen clock.

"Four twenty seven. Stinking onore, I know what's going on!"

The handsome z warrior stormed back to the bedroom. "To hell with it...I'm going to sleep. He's got to come home sometime!"

In troubled anger he plopped on the bed and glared out the window at the storm…

****

Hands and tails roamed and explored silken skin hot to the touch. The two saiyans curled together languidly in the afterglow of loving. Purrs and soft growls rumbled along the cave walls.

Goku lapped at a small bite wound on Vegeta's shoulder. "You were right about this moss. It's really soft, almost like a mattress."

Vegeta nuzzled, suckling his lover's wrist in turn, enjoying the sweet taste of blood.

"Hai. How are you feeling, Kakarot?"

Goku blinked at him sleepily. "Feel? I'm fine...got a buzz now!"

Vegeta smirked, feeling fuzzy and fogged himself. "Fool. I'm not talking about that!"

Eyes of brightest scarlet regarded his ouji. "Oh. You mean..."

"Of course."

"I'm perfectly fine. I don't expect to start for another three weeks."

Vegeta yawned, nodded. "I just wanted to be certain that your cycle was still normal."

"Yeah, it is. What about you?"

"Nothing yet" a snicker. "You'll know, soon enough."

"No doubt. Vegeta, I've got to get back..."

Vegeta sat up slowly, eyes glowing weirdly in the dark. "Back to your little bandit?"

"That's enough, Vegeta. Yamcha's been good for me."

A wide yawn, exposing sharp fangs. "Bah. A temporary diversion, nothing more."

Goku growled. "Your arrogance is tiresome at times, Vegeta. Who's to say I won't be with him when it's time?"

Vegeta stared in disbelief. "You wouldn't...no, you lie. That frail human would break in half!"

The tall saiyan smiled. "I don't know...he seems to hold up just fine."

Vegeta snarled, folded his arms. "Go to him, then! See if I care!!"

****

Goku pulled on his sopped sleep pants. Vegeta likewise dressed, his muscled curves covered by black spandex once more.

The ouji smirked. "I do hope you can explain those lovely marks I gave you..."

Goku glanced at his wrist and felt along his chest. "Shimatta—"

Vegeta tossed him a senzu. "Here. I'm in a gracious mood tonight...and you did serve your prince well..."

Goku caught the bean and flushed. "Chikushoume!"

Vegeta laughed sharply. "You're welcome too, sweetheart."

****

Yamcha drifted in and out of sleep. Blankets tossed loosely around his prone form. He jerked up at a sound.

Thought I heard something…

He turned over and stared at an apparition by the window. An apparition that closely resembled his lover.

"Ga-Goku??" the name choked his throat.

"Hai" the wild thing moved at the bed, red eyes aglow. Yamcha scooted back in cold shock, his dark eyes glazed in terror.

"No...VAMPIRE!! Get back!!" his hand lifted to deliver a ki blast.

"Yamcha, stop!" Goku lunged with impossible speed, pinning him to the mattress.

The z warrior rasped, heart pounding. "Go away, whatever you are...I know you aren't Goku!"

"But I am. Look at me!" the wild thing implored. Yamcha stared into his face.

"Wha...but...what the hell is this? You've changed...again!!"

"Dammit, Yamcha. My face isn't any different! Can't you see that?!"

Yamcha desperately looked him over. "But your eyes...what's happened to them? Are you going to change again?!"

"I already have...this is another aspect of the oozaru form—"

Strong fingers pulled at the shaggy mop of hair. "Ghods, your hair...it's like before, but longer. I thought you said a saiyan's hair never changes!"

"Only in this form. Please believe me, Yamcha."

The bandit shook his head slowly. "It's one damn thing after another with you, isn't it? First you disappear in the middle of the night...and then you show up looking like a vampire!"

Goku sat back on the edge of the bed. "Sorry if I caused you any worry."

Dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Where were you?"

"I just...flew out for awhile."

"In a storm like this? You expect me to believe that?"

"Yamcha, I..." his mind turned for a plausible answer. "I felt myself changing, and didn't want to alarm you. So I figured I'd wait it out until dawn."

Yamcha glanced at the clock. "It isn't dawn yet, although the storm makes it impossible to see anyway. So what's the deal, Goku? Why didn't you mention this in our earlier conversation?"

"I...ah...wasn't aware of this transformation myself."

"Come on!"

"I mean it. You remember I told you I rarely went out at night. This form doesn't need a moon. I grew up in such a remote area, no one would've seen me change anyway."

Yamcha rubbed his eyes, sighed. "Ghods. I just don't know—"

Goku rubbed his shoulders. "What?"

The bandit eyed him steadily. "I want to believe you, but..."

Goku stood abruptly. "I'm tired of these suspicions!"

"Defensive, aren't you?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. But I'm fed up explaining myself! Believe me or not...it's up to you!" he turned to leave.

"Wait" Yamcha held out his hand. "Maybe being burned by Bulma has something to do with me being so suspicious."

"I'm not her!"

"No...but a nasty little prince is still in the middle somewhere!"

Goku snarled, feeling his nature rise dangerously. "Be careful what you say. In case you've forgotten, I'm still married."

Yamcha swallowed. "Yeah, for all the good it does either of us. Besides, there isn't any marriage. You and Chi Chi are all but divorced!"

Red eyes glowered at him. "I'm sleeping downstairs."

Yamcha paused. "No, Goku...wait."

"Wait for what? More insinuations about Vegeta?"

"No" a slow smile. "I don't want to spend the remainder of this night fighting. We can talk in the morning."

Goku stood off, tail fluffing and smoothing in agitation. "We talk too much."

Yamcha looked him over. "You do look...kind of hot, but then you always do."

Goku turned his back, swishing his tail. "You accept this?"

"I love you. What choice do I have?"

"Any you wish."

Yamcha pulled back the sheets. "Come on, you need to get out of those wet pants."

The saiyan purred and stripped instantly. "I thought you'd never say that!" he bounded into bed, pinning Yamcha down.

"Horny freak...I just meant—"

Warm breath gusted over his face. "I know what you meant, Yamcha" the saiyan licked his throat.

Yamcha gasped at the ticklish sensations. "No, wait! I want to sleep—"

Red eyes held his gaze. "Yamcha, I need you to do me a favor" the voice was thick with lust.

Yamcha was apprehensive despite his growing excitement. "What's the favor?"

Sharp teeth grazed his chin. "I want to taste your blood."

"Wha...WHAT?!"

Another purr as the saiyan nuzzled. "The way I feel about you...I must!"

Yamcha shivered, feeling fear grip his heart. "No. It's insane!"

Goku kissed him hard. "I've already tasted everything else. It's time."

Yamcha pushed him off. "No it isn't. What are you talking about! Time for what?!"

"Look at me."

Yamcha gazed in fright at those bizarre eyes, feeling himself lost.

"no..." he whispered weakly, unable to turn away.

"I won't hurt you" the voice deepened into silk. Soft lips brushed his throat.

"Goku, NOOOOOOO!!!"

Yamcha stared at the ceiling helplessly as red pain blurred his vision. Agony stabbed his neck, dragging him to darkness even as he screamed…

****

Yamcha woke up feeling freaked. He jolted to a sitting position and held his throat.

What happened last night! What—

He glanced down. Goku curled at his side, swarthy features relaxed in sleep, a small smile on his face. The wild hair had returned to its normal proportions.

Yamcha panted, his pulse accelerated in fear. Thank Kami, he's normal again...whatever that means. But I've got to know what happened!

The z warrior abruptly jumped from bed and raced into the bathroom. He examined his throat carefully.

"I don't get it? There's nothing. Nothing!"

Yamcha glanced under his jaw, tilting his head up. There wasn't a mark to be had.

Did I imagine all that last night? Didn't he bite me?

Yamcha paused, noting his nudity for the first time. He was painfully sore again. Absently he rubbed his backside before shock registered with realization.

No...he didn't...he wouldn't!!

Yamcha scratched at his belly. Dried semen coated him everywhere.

"That stinking onore...humping bastard!!" he cleaned himself and tied a towel around his waist before storming the bedroom. Goku lay tangled among the bed sheets with Yamcha's pajamas wrapped around his arms.

The bandit shook him awake. "Goku!"

Sleepy dark eyes regarded him. "Hai...mornin', Yamcha" the saiyan made a pillow of the pajamas, burying his face in them.

"Pervert. Freak! Get up, I said."

Goku rolled over, growling. "Cool it with the name calling—"

"It's appropriate. I know what happened last night!"

The saiyan sat up slowly. "I can see this day will start off well. Okay, what's the problem?"

"You stripped and jumped me in my sleep! You could've asked, you know!"

Goku lifted an eyebrow. "Nani? I did ask—"

"Liar. Besides, you bit me! What's wrong with you??"

"I bit you before and you didn't complain."

"This is different...you wanted to drink my blood!"

Goku licked his lips as if savoring the flavor. "I tasted it from the small bites I gave you before. So what's the big deal?"

"You...you aren't normal!"

"I just wanted a little more that time. You aren't hurt."

"Why did you jump me in my sleep!"

"I already told you I didn't. You wanted it—"

"Are you insane? I don't remember anything after you bit me except passing out!"

Goku smiled seductively. "You didn't pass out. You kept kissing me and one thing led to the next."

Icy dread shook Yamcha to the core at the implications. "I...had no memory of it."

His lover sprawled on the bed in a display, tail waving high. "Don't read too much into that. You were pretty tired. I was really surprised you wanted to make love again."

Yamcha shook his head. Is he telling the truth? "I can't make sense of anything anymore."

Dark eyes surveyed him closely. "So you're looking to bail out?"

Yamcha stared blankly. "Bail out?" he frowned. And let Vegeta beat me again? Hell no…

"No way. Besides, I like to keep challenges in front of me."

The dark head tilted in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Yamcha smirked. "Only that someone is going to be bitterly disappointed."

****

Chi Chi was arriving later on that afternoon. Goku and Yamcha cleaned the house in a flurry, making certain every item was in place.

Yamcha dropped his bag by the door. "Give me a call, okay?"

Goku reached to embrace him. "You know it. And Yamcha?"

"Yeah?"

Soft kiss. "I do love you. I know I might not say it a lot, but—"

Yamcha ruffled the thick hair. "I know. Loving a saiyan isn't easy, you know."

Goku flashed that famous half smile. "I've been told that before—"

The phone rang. "Hold on a minute, Yamcha. I want to walk you out."

"Okay."

The bandit watched his lover retreat down the hall. Suspicion ate away at him, some inner devil giving him conniving thoughts. There's a phone in the living room somewhere. Ah!

Silently he picked up the other receiver. Sorry, Goku. But I have to know for certain…

"Kakarot."

"Vegeta, what's going on?"

"Hn. First things first. I think we should begin your oozaru training next week. It isn't advisable to wait much further than that."

"Agreed. Do you think I have a realistic chance of controlling that form?"

A pause. "Truthfully I have no idea, but the odds are against it. Still, some control is better than none, wouldn't you say?"

A sigh. "I guess."

"I reemphasize it won't be easy. You may never achieve the results you hope for."

"Vegeta...thanks. I really appreciate this."

A pause. "Anything for you."

"I'll talk to you later—"

"You're in a hurry?"

"Ah..."

Laugher. "Hn, is the bandit still there?"

"I have to go."

A snicker. "But not for long. Never for long, ne?"

"Dame da!"

"I'll set up a schedule for your training. And of course, our...sessions...will have to be at night" another laugh.

"Will you get a hold of yourself?!"

"I will...but not alone. Until then, Kakarot."

"Good-bye."

Yamcha put down the other receiver quietly, frowning.

Nothing condemning, but still suspicious. I can't tell if something is still going on or not.

"Yamcha!"

The z warrior nearly jumped from his skin. "Oh, ah..."

Goku folded his arms. "Why are you over there by the coffee table?"

"Nothing. I ah...saw a fly that I was trying to swat."

Goku laughed. "You must be bored!"

Yamcha grinned to himself. "Actually, I think things are going to get quite interesting from here on out."

****

Goku watched his lover fly home. I have no idea where we're going, but I can't shake the feeling he's watching...waiting for something. But what? I hate lying, but I can't give up my ouji. Yamcha will have to understand that…

Yamcha flew home, his mind a flurry of random thoughts. Sooner or later, Goku...I know you're lying. But Vegeta won't beat me out this time. I have a few surprises in store for that prick. Let's see how HE likes losing for a change! I just can't wait…

Taking a sharp arc to the west, Yamcha flew home against sparkling blue skies, his face dark with anticipation.

Time enough for a little revenge, Vegeta. I'll enjoy bursting your bubble!

THE END